rain pattering down a window
and pooling somewhere
and tears trailing their way down your cheek
to the time of the rain
and sobs
and wind whistling
and it's a very sad colour
but it also looks like slushies that paint mouths
and the ocean crashing against a cliff
and the seagulls cawing
YOU ARE READING
broodings
Poetryin which a teenage girl writes about girls, goddesses and other shit. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 2016
